My Queen Is Too Young

When Feng Qingqian went to Weiyang hall, he could hear the cry of the prince. The cry was loud and loud, but it didn't seem to be sick. Vaguely heard Mingyou count him, "you can't hold you, and your sister wants to hold you."

Fengqi has been lying on the bed for more than a month, with big eyes like black grapes blinking, watery looking at Mingyou, a small and pitiful look.

But as long as a let go, Fengming must be crying heartrending, no one can hold it.

Mingyou is in a dilemma. When she gets angry, she has to ask Ruyi to find Feng Qingqian.

Seeing the black and red robe, Mingyou immediately put the child in his arms like a rage, "you break out of the disaster, you solve it yourself!"

What's the trouble he made?

Can think carefully, and think it is right, after all, this is the bud of his seed.

Although Fengming is only more than a month old, but it is really a matter of watching the people. As long as it falls in the hands of Feng Qingqian, she will be quiet as a kitten. Her big foggy eyes turn around and look at Feng Qingqian. She looks innocent and pitiful, and she has lost a little bit of despotism just now.

"Mingyou is not angry," the boy will bully the soft and afraid of the hard. He holds his daughter in his arms and gently pats and coaxes him.

Feng Qing shallow meaningful look at her, "indeed, he will bully the soft and afraid of the hard!"

Mingyou always felt something was wrong, but she couldn't say it. She had nothing to say, so she had to look down at her daughter.

Feng Qingqian put the child on the soft couch and threatened with a cold face, "boy, don't cry, or I will avoid your dinner today."

Fengming seems to understand and did not seem to understand, a poor look, want to cry but dare not cry.

Feng Qi in her hands will come over, heartache, she has been holding the child, hand acid.

She reached out and touched the tender, waxy and lovely child in her arms. Feng Qingqian felt soft in her heart. She seemed to think of the Mingyou when she was very young, even when she was still spitting bubbles in her mouth.

Looking at his daughter, Feng Qing shallow way, "or, give her a nickname. The folk people will marry a baby name for their boudoir daughters, so they can be intimate, lovely and well fed

"Good." Listen to him, Mingyou also came to be interested, but Mingyou just thought it was fun, because she didn't seem to have any special nickname when she was a child. Her father and they all called themselves ah you, and they picked them out from her name. Is it a proper nickname?

"What is it called?"

Feng Qing shallow just thought, "you look at her soft glutinous Keren, then call it Nuo Nuo."

Mingyou touched her pink face and muttered, "it's really glutinous and nice to hear. It's just like something delicious. I want to drool."

"Feng Qingqian is speechless about her own food queen. If she really answered that sentence, people are more and more greedy. He has never seen anyone who can think of anything like her.

I feel that Mingyou is good everywhere, but I can't walk when I eat. After patting the girl in her arms, she said in her heart, "my daughter, you have to strive for success. She looks like your mother. She's weird and kind-hearted. But it's just the same. You can't go to the road like your mother when you see what you eat.

Think of his daughter may be a bunch of sugar gourd, a bowl of ice powder, a piece of beef jerky to coax away, he heart plug!

Feng qingshallow decided that he wanted to spoil his daughter, pet's a body of problems, a small temper, not what cat and dog can take away.